Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-09-04

man VINO has 1t not Strug
giles to get it. Prices up
and prices down. Losses. Gains
Misrepresentation. Gougings. I'm
| derselling. Buyers depreciating
statesmen exaggerating. Tenants
seeking less rent. Landlords demand
ing more. Gold fidgety. Struggles
about office. Men who are in trying
to keep in. Men out trying to get in
Slips. Tumbles. Defalcations. Pan
les. Catastrophes. Oh woman thank
God you have a home, and that yor
than wear Victoria's coronet. Better
be there than carry the purse oi
a princess. Your abode may be
humble, but you can, by your faith
in God, and your cheerflllness ol
demeanor, gild it with splen.
dors such as an upholster's hand
never yet kindled. There are abodes
in the city-humble, two stories; foul
plain, unpapered rooms; undesirable
neighberhood; and yet there is man
here this morning who would die on
that threshold rather than surrender
it. Why? 1t is home. Whenever
he thinks of it, he sees angels of God
lowering around it. The ladders OF
heaven are let down to that house.
Over the child's rough crib there are
the chantings of angels as those that
broke over Bethlehem.
IT is HOME.
| These children may come up after
awhile, and they may win high posi-
ton, and they may have an atfluent
residence but they will not until their
dying day forget that humble roof,
under which their father rested, and
their mother sang, and their sisters
played. O, if you would gather up all
tender memories, all the lights and
shades of the heart, all banquetings
and reunions, all filial, fraternal, pa
ternal and conjugal affections, and you
had only just four letters with which
to spell out that heighth and depth
and length and breadth and magni.
tude and eternity of meaning, you
would, with streaming eyes, and
trembling voice, and agitated hand
write it out in those four living capt.
ais, HOME.
What right does woman want that
is grander than to be queen in such a
realm? Why, the eagles of Heaven
cannot fly across that dominion.
Horses, painting and with lathered
flanks, are not swift enough to run to
the outpost of that realm. They say
that the sun never sets upon the
English Empire but l have to tell
you that on this realm of woman's in.
fluence, eternity never marks any
bound. Isabella fed from the Spanish
throne, pursued by the nations s
anathema but she who is queen in a
home will never lose her throne, and
death itself will only be the annexa-
ton Of heavenly principalities.
When you want to get your grandest
idea of queen you do not think OF
Cath arine of Russia, or of Anne OF
England, or of Marie Theresa of Ger
many; but when you want to get your
grandest idea of a queen you think OF
the plain woman who sat opposite
your father at the table, or walked
with him arm-in-arm down life's path
way; sometimes to the thanksgiving
banquet, sometimes to the grave, but
always Notwithstanding your petty
SiiClo, SOilCCtliS yOui Cililuiou way
Weaknesses, joining in your infantile
sports, listening to your evening
prayers, toiling for you with needle or
at the spinning-wheel, and on cold
nights wrapping you up snug and
warm. And then at last on that day
when she lay in the back room dying,
and you saw her take those thin hands
with which she toiled for you so long,
and put them together in a dying
prayer that commended YOU to the
God whom she had taught you to
trust
o, SHE WAS THE QUEEN
The chariots of God came down to
fetch her; and as she went in all
heaven rose up. You cannot think of
her now without rush of tenderness
that stirs the deep foundations of your
soul, and you feel as much a child
again as when you cried on her lap !;
and if you could bring her back again
to speak just once more your name as
tenderly as she used to speak it, you
would be willing to throw yourself on
the ground and kiss the sod that cov-
ers her, crying: Mother! mother!"
All! she was the queen-she was the
queen! Now, can you tell me how
many thousand miles a woman
like that would have to travel
down before she got to the ballot-box
Compared with this work of training
kings and queens for God and eternity
how insignificant seems all this work
Of voting for aldermen and common
councilmen, and sheriffs, and consta-
bles, and mayors, and presidents. To
make one such grand woman as
have described how many thousands
would you want OF those people who
go in the round of godlessness, and
fashion, and dissipation, distortine
their body until in their monstrosi-
ties they seem to outdo the drome-
Diary and hippopotamus, going as far
toward disgraceful apparel as they
dare go, so as not to be arrested of the
police-their behavior sorrow to the
good and a caricature to the vicious
and an insult to that God who made
them women and not gorgons; and
tramping on, down through frivolous
and dissipated life, to temporal and
eternal damnation.
| " WOiiih, Nltil TIC llSlltulilS vi
our soul, strike dead at your feet all
these allurements to dissipation and
to fashion. Your immortal soul can.
not be fed upon such garbage.
GOD CALLS YOU UP
to empire and dominion. Will you
have it? Oh, give to God your heart
give to God your best energies; give
to God all your culture give to God
all your refinement; give yourself tc
Him, for this world and the next
Soon all these bright eyes will be
quenched, and these voices will be
hushed. For the last time you will
look upon this fair earth. Fathers
hand, mothers hand, sisters hand
child's hand will be no more in yours.
1t will be night, and there will come
up a cold wind from the Jor-
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